Best Dreamland Poems
To Dreamland on Sunset's Lullaby
Gracefully the young crescent moon
ascends the sky like a cosmic tune;
replacing the drowsy pale yellow sun
sinking on a golden glowing horizon.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
Even as shadows of day seek rest,
choirs of songbirds fly home to nest.
But asleep I'll be before stars start to shine;
asleep I'll be before Venus and Mars align.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
Melodies of powder-puff pinks and baby blues,
splashed on sunset's orange-tinted hues;
gently I'll slip into a cocoon of sweet slumber,
on the wings of a celestial lullaby so tender.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
The trials of day fade gloriously to gray,
and into Sandman's restful arms I will lay.
My restless spirit is calmed from within,
serenaded by nature's soothing violin.
To dreamland on a lullaby of silvery twilight...
to dreamland floating with music of night.
03-23-2018
Contest: Lullaby in the Sunset
Sponsor: Vermillion Scythe
Placement: 1st (PoetrySoup Premiere Contest winner)
When my child hastens to her pillow,
To close her eyes and dream;
She drifts away with stars to play,
Where magic paints the scene.
Mermaids with their tresses wild,
Dance beneath the sea;
And dolphins sing their vesper hymn,
Among the coral tree.
Faeries dance in filmy gowns,
In woodlands dark and deep;
With stars to trim their silver crowns,
While blossoms rest in sleep.
She dreamt of a pixie painter,
And watched as the vision grew;
A violet smiled beside him,
As he dipt his brush in dew.
He painted all to please the mind,
The shades of earth and sky;
The buds of all the roses,
And a light in the bluebird's eye.
At last the dawn is breaking,
Rosy sunrise paints the skies;
My darling is awakening,
As she rubs her sleepy eyes.
The thought of life supreme
in a land of my dreams
in a place where beauty dwells
among the flowing water streams
Switzerland would be that dream
among the mountains so majestic
there the Alps are the tops
this indeed is simply fantastic
Watching the cows ring their bells
walking in the green pastureland
where the air is so fresh so cool
feeling thinking this is grand
Walking in the snow during winter
skiing down many a whitened slope
with the sun baking on your back
this was what you used to hope
Life is made of visions and dreams
catching a glimpse of what could be
transporting oneself to another world
there wonders are all to see!
Gently rocking you fast asleep
No sudden moves or you would leap
Watching your tiny face aglow
Eyes getting heavy to sleep you go
Back and forth i rock in the chair
Hold you close, in your face i stare
So precious you are and loved by me
When you awake, right here I'll be
March 7th, 2021
Relishing a dream of voyage;
though the sky lit by the glory of rays,
my eyes squinted at the ray
fluttering my lashes says,
not now,don't wake me now.
Impeccable sunlight splattering
on to the window
making a tiny purslane buds to grow.
In a fantasy,I say,
not now,don't wake me now.
Beads of morning dew sets humbly
on my pristine pink roses
and haughty dew on the edge of the leaf
filling in a light from the sunbeam.
Be-worried to dispel from cloud-land,I say
not now,don't wake me now.
Am exploring the vault of heaven
loosing myself from within
under the blanket of murky rain.
Then heard a crooning songs buzzing into my ear
wakes me recalling the tangled memories of cheer.
Plunged into a new day with smiling eyes
and with a prayer of good angels of heights.
Written by,
Rekha Antony
Throwback February 2020
Modified to refrain form
A place in the middle of nowhere, I wish to be in, where I could still
Breathe the blissful pure fresh air of the bucolic, where I
Could hear the hum of silence harmonious to my mind’s rhythm, where
Dew drops of serenity sparkle in a peasant’s land in morn’s rays, where
Eyes yearn to catch a glimpse of the beauty of the soul than the beauty of the
Face, where I do not need a mirror to see if I look okay and I
Get to be accepted as I am and not compared with anyone, where the
Harvest hope of a farmer is not shattered by cyclones and floods, where
I could hear the throb of silence and pen my ponderings in peace, where
Jealousy or hypocrisy or anxiety or grief ceases to exist, where
Knots of hindrances for growth untangle themselves with ease, where
Language of love is the only medium of communication, where the
Melodious songs of birds are heard throughout the year as
Nature is never reluctant to flourish in Her full glory here, where the
Oppressed are not cast out from society like corners of bread, where
Perceptions of my muse are ignited to get answers to all my deep baffling
Queries on life, where disabilities of people are not made fun of, where
Rays of the rising sun, forever, gives the warmth of hope, where my
Soul revels in ‘the now’, cares descend, and mind is at ease, where
Thoughtless, I can remain in this unknown, unnamed land, where
Unspoken words of truth echo more than spoken words of lie,
Voices, muted, of the innocent get more chances to be heard, and
Whimpers and sighs of pain are never heard. Such an idyllic
Xanadu is my dreamland, where I do not have to worry about
Yesterday, today, or tomorrow and could reach a
Zen state of mind that will soothe my being.
rose-covered blankets
tuck infants in
honey-tongued lyrics
fall on soft skin
eyelids so smooth
shut ever-so-lightly
angel wings soothe
whisk away nightly
And dusk invites
more bouncing glee,
as ribbons knot
Queen Fey’s gold stick
like wiggles coil
on toes, how free
to laugh around
while clouds frolic.
when kiddies shout,
"let's pirouette",
while hours sway
in minuet!
Fable Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Pestered
and
pursued
by
unknown
foes
A
topsy
turvy
land
where
snakes
could
have
horns
and
cows
can
have
fangs!
Nightmares
in
which
the
day's
stallions
make
mountains
out
of
molehills.
A
chance
to
witness
greek
mythology
like
creatures
for
real
since
dreamland's
a
place
for
the
unreal,
the
surreal.
There
are
hair-
raising
scary
dreams
Beset
with
horrified
yet
silent
screams.
For
us
to
wake
up
pinching
ourselves
and
sigh
with
relief
to
see
neither
tigers
or
elves.
All
in
all,
dreamland's
fascination
for
extraordinary
exaggeration
and
tall
tale
imagination
Where
myth
and
legend
come
to
life
An
amalgam
of
fiction
and
real
strife
Where
assorted
monsters
of
the
mind
reign
supreme
in
the
REM
sleep
of
our
kind
Yet
on
the
other
hand
the
sweet
sweet
dreams
where
fantasies
form
mirages
bordered
by
fanciful
seams
where
castles
in
the
air
float
gently
down
to
earth
only
to
shoot
back
up
nowhere
from
the
awakened
one's
berth.
Dreamland's
a
great
place
for
a
princess
and
fairytale
fair
for
daydreams
extend
into
midnight
and
linger
on
there.
Yet
a
quote
I
took
to
heart
and
here
would
love
to
share
'that
if
your
sweet
dreams
don't
come
true,
don't
you
fret
coz
atleast
your
nightmares
didn't
come
true
either!''
That
oughtta
console
all
and
sundry
Yeah
go
on
heave
relief's
phew
sigh!
(linked to the contest
page painting by
Deshpande)
How I enjoy being wrapped up real tight
Warmly curled up in a ball,
Visiting Dreamland so deep in the night,
Having no care at all!
Then comes the sun, and it’s time to rise,
Get up and greet the day.
But how I love to again close my eyes –
Dreamland’s my getaway!
For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Poetry Contest
Have any of you experienced one of those days
When you just want to stare at the sky on your chaise
Let the world pass you by
Sing a sweet lullaby
Till you're off to dreamland in the afternoon haze
© Jack Ellison 2015
I'm in my dreamland
I wish I don't wake
It's here you look at me
It's here your smile I see
It's here I get your hug
It's here I'm not a bug
Blissful romantic tune
Lost in lust, high in the moon
Love life like Mills and Boon
I'm so not waking up soon
I'm in my dreamland
If I dare wake
I'll be back to dreams and bleak
I'll be back to hide and seek
I'll be back to hate and dread
I'll be back to beg your bread
I'm still in my dreamland
But I'm wide awake
wrapped in mom’s warm arms
we match her rhythmic breathing. . . .
The world wafts away
For the Adorable Picture Contest of Leonora Galinta
On the sea of time I sail with you
The sea is calm and the sky is blue
We are sailing for sweet dreamland
We must hurry give me a hand
Take a look at those merry dolphins
It’s a sign. Do you know what it means?
I can see through my telescope
An island full of dream and hope
Take a look at those flying seagulls
I am so excited check my pulse
O my sweetie my near and dear
Be patient we are almost there
Try to understand
I will take you to dreamland
So please hold my hand